We were doing an early morning gig at a retirement home (yes, indeed) in Lexington, KY. Playing deep into the previous night, drinking too much whiskey, and getting way too little sleep brought out the most painful parts of the earliness. I felt like I was going to keel over and needed to summon all my stoicism to keep it together. Suddenly, our mandolin player—who always knows his audience—began singing this song, and it was plain old pretty and sweet. The sunshine coming through the window got all warm, and it made sense to want the things that I'm often crudely compelled to dismiss.While this number should've sounded especially syrupy, given our immersion into Louis Armstrong's classic '20s music, I only heard the light and brotherliness in it. It sounds better with just voice and piano, but hey, I'll enjoy the syrup all the same.
Louis Armstrong - Hello Brother
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